Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear, millions of mischiefs.
There's a time for all things.
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.